"The Grooming" lyrics
Polished black boots on Remembrance Sunday
Cover the feet of a 13-year-old
Who parades at a church, imagining one day
He might march in the steps of the brave and the bold
The grooming starts and gets to work
As puberty sets in
We find a different enemy
To the one we faced back then
Well-cut dark suits on Remembrance Sunday
Lie under the coats that stand in Whitehall
To pay their respects on Remembrance Sunday
But Monday will prove they learned nothing at all
We're only here to help you out
Britannia insists
We lost the empire long ago
But our tissues persist
Freshly dug earth on Remembrance Sunday
Covers the face of an 18-year-old
A grey foreign field on Remembrance Sunday
His final reward for duties he's told
A bugle calls, a family mourns
And feel how much he's missed
The roll call of our glorious dead
Just added to the list
The grooming starts and gets to work
As puberty sets in
We find a different enemy
To the one we faced back then
Cover the feet of a 13-year-old
Who parades at a church, imagining one day
He might march in the steps of the brave and the bold
The grooming starts and gets to work
As puberty sets in
We find a different enemy
To the one we faced back then
Well-cut dark suits on Remembrance Sunday
Lie under the coats that stand in Whitehall
To pay their respects on Remembrance Sunday
But Monday will prove they learned nothing at all
We're only here to help you out
Britannia insists
We lost the empire long ago
But our tissues persist
Freshly dug earth on Remembrance Sunday
Covers the face of an 18-year-old
A grey foreign field on Remembrance Sunday
His final reward for duties he's told
A bugle calls, a family mourns
And feel how much he's missed
The roll call of our glorious dead
Just added to the list
The grooming starts and gets to work
As puberty sets in
We find a different enemy
To the one we faced back then
Writer(s): Charles Reid, Craig Reid
